[b][i]Suddenly six armored men appeared from behind the throne, each holding high power plasma carbines. Their armor seemed more ceremonial than for front line use a symbol of the all seeing eye upon their chests. These were the Imortale Praetorius, the personal guard of the Emperor, never far from his side. Then the air grew denser... As if an unseen tension held the air tight. The space about the throne shuttered and warped with unimaginable forces at work. Then, with a bolt of lightning he appeared...[/i][/b]

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[b][i]The Immortal Emperor. He sat lightly down upon the Throne, his head readying to one side as his legs laid sprawled before him. His very presence demanded respect, his power, undeniable, radiated from him like a cool wave of air. Persons with the ability to see Psyonic auras would find it impossible to gaze directly at him, as he would be a shining sun of energy, unlike any other. At his side stood a tall, dark man. His armor was ashen black in color with bright golden trimmings. A large curved blade at his side, an aura if mystery surrounds him.[/i][/b]

[b][color=0054a6]"Welcome, my warriors... Your presence pleases me."[/color][/b]

[b][i]his voice was quiet, but stretched to all corners of the room, and was heard clearly by all.[/i][/b]

[b] Zepheus moves from his spot near the door, kneeling before the throne[/b]

"Zepheus if the House Synia, my life for you, now and forever."

[End of turn one, turn two begin]